Blog For Free!
Archives
Home
2008 May
2008 April
2008 March
2008 February
2008 January
2007 December
2007 November
2007 October
2007 September
2007 August
2007 July
2007 June
2007 May
2007 April
2007 March
2007 January
2006 December
2006 November
2006 October
2006 September
2006 August
2006 July
2006 June
2006 May
2006 April
2006 March
2006 February
2006 January
2005 December
2005 November
2005 October
2005 September
2005 August
2005 July
2005 June
2005 May
2005 April
2005 March
2005 February
2005 January
2004 December
2004 November
2004 October
2004 September
2004 August
2004 July
2004 June
2004 May
2004 April
My Links
Scuba Diving Pics
Pussy Pics
My Bush
My new pal Dan The Music Man's site
Scuba Diving Mag
Info on Breast Reductions
The Fair Tax
tBlog
My Profile
Send tMail
My tFriends
My Images
Sponsored
Blog
| da da date |
| 11.26.04 (6:08 pm) [edit] |
|
I'm venturing out tonight. (Oh my!) Date tonight. I had tix to a concert and invited someone that I haven't seen in probably 3-4 months. Nice guy but... Having a remarkably good hair day despite not having a cut in probably 4 months. Tried on 4 pr of jeans before I found a pair whose rivets didn't press against my incision. So I'm in black ankle boots with 3 inch heels, black jeans, cream-colored silk shirt and a caramel-colored chenille sweater jacket that has just one button at the boobs - it has lots of fringe. I have a cute hat to go with it - but I'm torn because of the good hair day. Will let ya know how it goes... he's here. Update: Ended up not going to the concert :( He saw me flinch with pain when I was getting up from the sofa. He said that I was in no condition to be around such a rowdy group of people at a concert. So what did we do? Sat around and drank hot tea and talked. I've become such a nerd. (I still wanted to go to the show!!!) |
| 12 Comments |
| Passed out on him |
| 11.25.04 (3:13 pm) [edit] |
|
I popped a double dose of Ambien last night just as a friend called (rather late) to wish me a happy T'giving. I warned him that I would be out cold in no time. I woke up sometime during the night to the phone beeping off the hook, the phone cord wrapped around my neck. I vaguely recall him asking a few times if I was awake... And, I might add, my late-night phone caller called while I was on the phone with my friend - but I was too out of it to get my whistle and impart my wrath. I hope I didn't snore on the phone. If I did - I'm telling him it was my cat. LOL |
| 8 Comments |
| My cat is the biggest pussy! |
| 11.25.04 (12:08 pm) [edit] |
|
Since I've been on bedrest, I've neglected to give my kitties their twice a month bath. So, I decided today was B-day (bath day). Lulu actually did very well. Howled just a bit but was remarkably patient while sitting in the tub with the suds on her for five minutes. (I give them a neck massage during that time to keep them distracted.) Then it was Sassy's turn. Now Sassy started howling like I was abusing her. The water temp was just slightly warm so she wouldn't be chilled. She kept trying to make an escape. And I swear her claws grew razor sharp in the process (I look like I had a fight with Freddy Krueger). Since Sassy is a long-hair and it's a chilly day, I decided to give her a towel dry and use the blow-dryer a bit. Not the first time for the dryer but I swear the cat was acting like I was scalping her alive. I had my hand on where the air was directed at all times to make sure she wasn't getting too hot and moved it around a lot. The sounds that came out of that critter!!! Now I must go apply ointment to my claw marks. Next: Feline Mani/Pedi's. |
| 14 Comments |
| Doin' Time in the Elevator |
| 11.24.04 (9:25 am) [edit] |
|
I'm officially drain-free! (Granted, they might put some new ones in on Monday...) Had another date with the Big Mean Needle. Took out 600cc's on each side. The nurse was tapping my hip area saying "I don't feel any fluid" - I told her that she would be surprised - and sure enough... Big storms - of course I got caught in them. Caught in the hospital parking deck elevator for about 3 mins when the power went out. That creepy emergency power lights kicked on. Then the generator kicked in and got me to the parking deck. I have been stuck in an elevator due to power outages 4-5 times in my life - I guess I'm an old pro... |
| 13 Comments |
| Consider yourself warned |
| 11.24.04 (2:09 am) [edit] |
|
For the past 5 nights, at 2a.m., I've been getting a call from a blocked number. I haven't bothered to answer it. They don't bother to leave a message. Tomorrow morning, I will be answering if they decide to call again. I will be answering with my dive whistle. So, if the person that keeps calling me reads this blog - consider yourself warned. Get a fucking life. I need my rest and I can assure you that calling me at 2am will NOT endear me to your pathetic ass. I feel better. But I will feel MUCH better knowing the bastard is deaf in one ear. |
| 8 Comments |
| Needles and Pain |
| 11.22.04 (3:33 pm) [edit] |
|
This is gross, so if you have a weak stomach, skip the 1st paragraph. Went back to the dr. today to supposedly get my drain out. My left hip was feeling rather swollen, hot, and protruding (sounds like a description in a porn flick!). Out came the big mean needle again. He removed more than 2000cc's of fluid. (Think about a syringe the size of a turkey baster x 6). Drain still in. He said maybe it will come out in 'a week or two'. GRRRR. The hip is filling up with fluid again already. Wah wah wah. What if I just swallowed a huge sponge? We tried diuretics, it didn't make a difference... To add to my turmoil, I had an exchange with "Ned" today. He's been seeing someone else but it wasn't anything serious. I told him that I figured it was inevitable but it still stung to hear it. He asked why (that's a duh!??!) But, in the spirit of being candid, genuine and honest I told him that I still harbored some hope we'd try again in the future. Surprisingly, he said that he thought I was fun to hang around with and he wouldn't be against the idea. Do I REALLY want to go through that again? I'm thinking of hanging up my dating spurs and resigning myself to a life of celibacy and spinsterhood. |
| 10 Comments |
| I needed some AID |
| 11.20.04 (3:55 pm) [edit] |
|
I just got the DVD of "Live Aid" from a dear friend. Being as I'm a mega 80's music fan, I am going to LOVE watching it again. I remember the weekend it was on. Oh, the stories I can tell about that weekend! (I'm going to have to do some serious PG-13 editing for this one) I was in Florida at our condo. I was involved in a love triange of sorts with my old (ex) bf whose parents' condo was in the same complex (he lived in Chicago) and my new bf - the hot Cuban guy from Miami that was a rising Senior in high school. (I was a mere freshman!) Oh boy are the memories flooding back... Will write about it later tomorrow. I'll need a cold shower first. (giggle) Woot! Woot! Woot! Is it terribly obvious how badly I need to get out and socialize? LOL |
| 16 Comments |
| Deeper Methods |
| 11.19.04 (4:18 pm) [edit] |
|
I don't like the holidays anymore. Spending it with my 'family' really isn't an option and my friends are all either married with families of their own or heading out of town to spend time with their own families. So it's time for me to lift myself up by the bootstraps. Since retail therapy isn't fiscally reasonable right now, I'm seeking deeper methods... As Thanksgiving is coming up, what are you thankful for? (I'm gonna be working on this list myself - time to be grateful) |
| 9 Comments |
| My date earlier this week |
| 11.19.04 (7:15 am) [edit] |
|
Against my better judgment, I met a guy for coffee on Tuesday. I wasn't feeling great and then when I tried to find something to wear that would work with my drains, I was frustrated. (Not to mention I've gained an ungodly amount of weight in the past 3 weeks laying on my ass). I tried jeans. Too tight. GRRRRRRRR So I was in a bad mood. Body issues, ya know? Anyway, "Tom" has amazing blue eyes. I'm not a particular fan of blue eyes, but they were interesting. He chose "LongHorn Steakhouse" for 4pm. Odd choice. The place was clearly empty but not very intimate - sitting across those big tables makes conversation difficult. I asked a number of questions, hoping to get him to open up and share more about himself - but he just gave rather brief responses. Was hard digging and was odd because he has been rather talkative on our phone calls. So the waitress comes by to check in on us - I say something like "I'm fine" and she interrupts me - no biggie - but he utterly WIGS - I don't recall exactly what he said but it was stern enough that she jumped back and said "WHOA! I was..." I asked him what that was all about - he said 'she interrupted you'. He said later that he was really zonked from work (my word not his). And I think it was credible. He's been doing some mind-game shit with me though so he's on thin ice. I don't do games. |
| 4 Comments |
| Naughty Girl |
| 11.18.04 (2:08 pm) [edit] |
|
I guess I've been a naughty girl. (not in THAT sort of way, although I wish I had...) I trimmed ivy this afternoon, cleaned my gutters, washed my birdbaths, then got my leaf vacuum doo-hicky thing and sucked 3 trashcans full of mulched leaves. It felt SO good to be outside. I've missed being even remotely active. The f'ing drain is leaking worse than my kitchen sink. I feel like I need to walk around with a maxi-pad attached to my hip. (TMI, I'm sorry!) In a drug-induced shopping spree, I ordered a Convection Oven last week. It came yesterday. It's HUGE. I have no clue where to put it and I have no clue how to cook with it. It says it cooks 'faster' and at 'lower temps' but gives no other info. I tried searching online but the only 'tips' I found were to 'generally cook 25% less time and 25 degrees lower' unless recommended cooking time is less than 15 minutes, otherwise, watch it. HUH? I somehow foresee a lot of burnt items. Anyone have a convection oven in Tblog-land that knows howto cook with it??? Forgot to mention that I met a guy on Tuesday for a drink (I had water). Will have to blog about that later. EVERYONE THAT DIDN'T WISH KRAZE A HAPPY BIRTHDAY YESTERDAY - YOU BETTER WISH HER A BELATED ONE TODAY!!! |
| 13 Comments |
| Big Mean Needles |
| 11.17.04 (3:39 pm) [edit] |
|
Not a fun afternoon. Took my car back to the dealership for the FIFTH time about some body panel problems. They have to order more parts. Will be in next week... I'm getting sick of this crap. Went to the dr. Not a fun visit. It involved several big ugly mean-looking needles to drain fluid out of me. Drain STILL in. They said they would have to remove it on Monday but might need to do another needle draining session. I wanted to cry. I made myself feel a little better - I found a really cute pair of red leather Etienne Aigner round-toe pumps for $39.99. I had something to exchange at the store for the same price - so no cash outlay! Yay! Granted, I can't wear any clothes but sweatpants for the time being, so I can just sit and stare at them... LOL |
| 13 Comments |
| Take a picture for me |
| 11.17.04 (5:19 am) [edit] |
|
I haven't bitched about my mother in a long time. Had an amusing exchange with her last night that I thought I would share... She asks me if my digital camera was working out. I said it was working fine. Did she want one? No, she said something about wondering if it was working out for me. What followed was a dizzying 5 minute babbling by her where I finally interrupted her, and tried to recap what the hell the point of her comments were. I was confused. I tried to make the point that I have problems following things nowadays, so I needed her to be a little more concise. Turns out she just wanted me to take some pictures of an antique clock and email them to someone at the Smithsonian. Of course she couldn't just ask "Would you take some pictures for me?" |
| 6 Comments |
| HOT Saturday night for me! |
| 11.13.04 (4:03 pm) [edit] |
| My legs are beginning to resemble Chewbacca. I feel furry. Definitely time to break out the hedge clippers and start trimming. The fur will be flying tonight! I need to get out, don't I? LOL |
| 12 Comments |
| Why I won't stay in a hospital |
| 11.12.04 (8:58 am) [edit] |
|
I was asked why I was so resistant to staying overnight in the hospital. Here are a few reasons why: After my breast reduction, I was hooked up to IVs, in a private room. I had sent my mother home to rest. I had rung the nurses' station several times requesting some ginger ale or sprite because I was still feeling very nauseated. I thought six hours was more than enough of a reasonable time to get a drink. I punch the nurses' station again and ask what the deal was. The reply? "I think there's a coke machine on the 3rd floor. I don't think it takes dollar bills." Apparently, this nurse expected me to get out of my bed, with IV, to have change on my body and go trudging down looking for a vending machine. My IV had gotten clogged, so he took it out and said he'd put a new one in. FIVE HOURS LATER, a new nurse comes on board. My mother had been raising hell because I wasn't getting pain medication, hydration or antibiotics. Turns out this guy admitted to her that he 'didn't feel comfortable inserting IVs'. (I *hope* that he was a nursing assistant.) Plus, they tried to give me coedeine three times - which I am deathly allergic to. They argued with me that I 'had' to take it because my dr. ordered it. It was ALL over my chart about my allergies. After my hernia surgery last year, they hooked me up to a machine to 'suck' fluid out of my drains. I watched the nurse trying to hook it up, but I got the feeling that she didn't know what she was doing. My mother intervened and suggested that perhaps she get some additional assistance. Nurse got sassy and said she was the nurse. So, the machine is finally sucking away. Mom runs home to feed cats. In the interim, I start to feel 'wet' under my body. I move the covers back to see I am in a pool of blood. I call the nurses - not sure if I'm bleeding to death or what. TWENTY minutes later - a nurse shows up. Turns out they didn't hook up the suction machine correctly. They had to change the sheets with me in the bed. (NOT a pleasant experience) So, those are a few of the reasons why I don't do overnight in a hospital. I know there are a lot of really great nurses - and they are all overworked and understaffed - but I seem to have a knack for ending up with the worst of the worst. |
| 12 Comments |
| The Diva Patient |
| 11.12.04 (7:30 am) [edit] |
|
I'm feeling a little bit better. Fever's staying down around 101.5. Still draining a lot. Still feeling really 'woozy'. Lab results are that my white blood count is 'sky high' still no word on the culture of my drainage fluid. Taking anti-biotics for 10 days. Dr. said bedrest until Monday. BAH. Anyone know how to teach a cat to vacuum? And Shespecies, I'm not going on a date tonight. We *might* do brunch on Sunday if my fever is down. He's being firm on me not rushing things. |
| 10 Comments |
| Quick Update |
| 11.11.04 (5:46 am) [edit] |
|
Little too much drama for me yesterday... I have been feeling flushed/hot for a day or two. Took my temperature around 10am - it was 101 by noon it was 103.2 and my fluid output was triple what it had been. Went down to the dr's office. My fever was 104.7 - they took cultures of my drainage fluid, some blood work, wanted to admit me to the hospital to which I said "NOOOOOOOOOOO!". So they packed me in Caprisun drinks (they were cold) and started an antibiotic IV drip. He said my incisions look fine, he asked if I might have the flu or a UTI - no, I feel fine except around the incisions.They finally let me go home about 8pm. (Wasn't the brightest idea since I thought I was going to pass out but I made it home ok) Fever got worse last night but this morning, it's only 101.5. I feel better... Those of you with Hijacking privileges, feel free... |
| 25 Comments |
| Self-Surgery |
| 11.10.04 (4:55 am) [edit] |
| Around 1am, I woke up - my back felt wet. At first I thought "I'm sweating?" Did some investigating, it wasn't sweat. One of the drains was 1/2 way out. So, I did some self-surgery last night and took it out. It hurts like a MF. Going to have the dr. take the other one out today. Blech. |
| 15 Comments |
| Right out of a slasher movie |
| 11.09.04 (3:03 pm) [edit] |
|
This afternoon, my attention got diverted for a friend whose friend was in desperate need of an intervention and inpatient treatment for alcohol abuse. When I was in college, I had a number of friends that went thru rehab repeatedly and I was often one that was leaned on to go to meetings, support groups, etc. I spent the afternoon calling around to different treatment centers in town. Then I realized one my my drain tubes had gotten disconnected. I had blood ALL over the front of my shirt. I looked like I was the Bride of Freddy Krueger. I scared the poor mailman when I answered the door. I re-attached the drain and the sucker filled up in no time. I have a feeling these puppies aren't coming out tomorrow. What if I took one of those turkey baster thingy-ma-bobs and tried to suction out more. I have a potentially smoking-hot lunch/museum date Friday. I cannot show up looking like I just slaughtered a herd of sheep. I'm depressed. I realized I had a gift certificate for a facial. I need one. I need one bad. |
| 6 Comments |
| The Cowboy Part Deux |
| 11.09.04 (12:23 pm) [edit] |
|
So "The Cowboy" and I dated through the holidays but it began to fizzle because... of his work schedule left little time for our socializing, because what little time we had was spent arguing over 'doing it'. He found his own circle of friends and starting smoking a lot of pot. So, he was cast aside. I rarely saw him at school after that... But.. I do remember - I had a primo parking spot b/c I was a Sr. class officer. I came to school one morning and "The Cowboy" had parked his car in my ASSIGNED spot. I would have parked in his spot, but someone else's car was in it. So the campus security officer saw me and the situation. I parked in another spot. It's school rules to tow the car. I told him not to... So "The Cowboy's" car was towed. The next day, I go to my car after class, and he had painted on my windshield "bitch" and some other choice words. (Where was security when you needed them?) The Vice-Principal gave The Cowboy a week of detention and made him pay for my car to be washed. (Turns out "The Cowboy" had parked in my spot b/c he was running late for morning detention that day...LOL) Fast forward to our Senior Prom. I went with Mr. Univ. Of Miami. I saw "The Cowboy" there. And, I almost choked when I saw his date. It's called "Irony." I remember when we had first started going out and he saw a girl, we'll call "K". Now I never knew "K" very well because she was VERY into soccer and, well, let's just say that most people thought "K" was a boy. She dressed like it and acted like it. And, not a very attractive person. At all. (But, she seemed nice - I just didn't interface with her - ever.) So "The Cowboy" is walking across the parking lot with me and sees "K" and asks "What was that?" He went on and on about how ugly she was and didn't know how to be a girl, etc. So, you know what's coming... "The Cowboy's" prom date was "K". And, poor girl wore a Pepto-Bismal Pink taffeta hoop-skirt dress with flowers and bows and ruffles all over the place. It was a major "What the hell were you thinking???" And that's the end of my experience with Cowboys. |
| 2 Comments |
| The Cowboy |
| 11.09.04 (9:02 am) [edit] |
|
Krazed posted a rather amusing picture of some 'cowboys', which reminded me of "The Cowboy" from my senior year in high school. *****doodoodooo doodooo doo dooo***** For those of you old enough - picture Wayne's World doing a blashback with the hands - you know what I mean... End of the 80's. If you have seen "Election" - I dressed pretty much like Tracy Flick. In fact, I was pretty much Tracy Flick. I was an officer in about every club possible, honor-roll goody-goody by day. (Note, I said "by day") My mom traveled 40 weeks out of the year, so I was sort of known for having 'social gatherings' quite frequently. However - I never drank myself and I was quite particular of who was deemed access to my fiestas. I had been 'going with' a guy from the Univ. Of Miami since my sophmore year, and I was uber-faithful. Didn't date anyone. Until the cowboy showed up... He was like he was from a foreign land. (Texas) He spoke with the most amazing accent. (I didn't realize until months later that "San Antone" was actually "San Antonio". He wore a cowboy hat and boots to school and his ass made all the girls (and some of the boys) weep. Now, being in Senior Cabinet, I felt it was my "duty" to show him the ropes. He was sweet, shy, quiet. I brought him into 'the inner circle' socially. We'd go on dates to football games together, senior events, etc. We were known as 'a couple'... You know when you automatically assume you'll be doing things together on weekends, that sort of thing? After 2 1/2 months of dating, he asked me to Homecoming. Of course I said yes... Now, I was rather confused about what the deal was with us because, he had NEVER EVER even laid a smooch on me. I flirted a lot (as is my nature) and he flirted back but he had never gone in for a kiss. (Properly-bred Southern girl that I am, I never initiate the first kiss...) So we go to the dance. I don't even recall doing any dancing - it was more social than anything else. Party moves to my place. Small gathering - maybe 4 couples. Everyone else has kinda gone off into their own corners, etc. He starts tickling me. Then he goes in for the kiss. (FINALLY!) Then he says.... "Well, are we gonna do it or what?" Insert hysterical laughing here. I said no. He got huffy and left. More on the rest of our 'relationship' in a bit. |
| 3 Comments |
| Lock her up and throw away the key! |
| 11.08.04 (12:02 pm) [edit] |
|
Lock this chick up and throw away the key. We hear about men molesting children all the time - the last female molester I remember was MaryKay LaTourneau. But an EIGHT year old boy????? Woman accused of having sex with 8-year-old ordered held Nov 08, 08:39 BRIDGEPORT, Conn. (AP) - A Superior Court judge has set a 250-thousand dollar bond for a 29-year-old Stratford woman accused of having sex with an 8-year-old boy. Tammy Imre was arrested Friday. The divorced mother of a 7-year-old daughter faces charges of first-degree sexual assault, fourth-degree sexual assault and risk of injury to a minor. Police say Imre considers the 8-year-old youngster her boyfriend and that she plans to marry him someday. Police began investigating the relationship in September after the boy's mother discovered a letter Imre had written her son. Police say Imre had admitted having sexual relations with the boy, who is a playmate of her daughter. If convicted, Imre could serve more than 20 years in prison. |
| 8 Comments |
| Bah! |
| 11.08.04 (7:00 am) [edit] |
| Dr's office says drains stay in. First they said to come in Friday. I negotiated Wednesday. ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRRRRRGH. Get these f'ers out of me!!!!! |
| 2 Comments |
| Things that make me happy |
| 11.07.04 (5:54 am) [edit] |
|
Things this morning that make me happy: Heated leather seats in my car to keep my arse warm. Watching squirrels hop across the woods. Having the cop pull over some ass that cut in front of me and then slowed down. :) |
| 10 Comments |
| Hot or Not |
| 11.05.04 (2:56 pm) [edit] |
|
A friend this afternoon told me he was going on a date tonight. He met her on HotorNot and sent me the link. (We'll see how this date goes...) Anyhoo, curiosity was just eating away at me, so I decided to see what sort of studs had posted their pics from the Atlanta area. I'm laughing so hard I actually hurt. In the spirit of public service to single men, here are a few ideas: 1) Women are NOT impressed that you have a 93 Z-24. 2) If you claim you are cool, you aren't. 3) Do not use a picture where your ex (girlfriend/wife) is scratched out. You have got to have ONE (recent) picture of yourself. (The date on one pic said 1-19-95) 3a. Do NOT take a picture of yourself in a mirror. PLEASE. If you don't have anyone that you can ask to take a picture of you, hell, the Pizza Hut dude would prolly take one for you. 4) If you put "Beer, Sports, Golf, NASCAR, Fishing and Sex" as your interests - we're probably not gonna nibble. 5) Every guy so far that says he is a "christian" has misspelled it. (What's up with that?) 6) If you say you're "looking for a chick to hook up with or get me a job", we'll probably pass. 7) A photo that resembles a mug shot is not exactly enticing. 8) A photo with you in camo holding a shotgun and a dead carcass isn't going to make a lot of girls drool either. 9) Ditto with you in a recliner with a Bud in one hand and the remote in the other. 10) Posing shirtless in a beefcake pose when you look like you've focused more on cake than beef, do the world a favor and put a shirt on. Said with love - PS - Kraze, click this (eyecandy!!!) http://meetme.hotornot.com/r/?emid=SLAQR" title="http://meetme.hotornot.com/r/?emid=SLAQR" target="_blank"http://meetme.hotornot.com/r/... This one made me laugh: http://meetme.hotornot.com/?15316=86806" title="http://meetme.hotornot.com/?15316=86806" target="_blank"http://meetme.hotornot.com/?1... And like this one is gonna happen... http://meetme.hotornot.com/r/?emid=KYH8SZA" title="http://meetme.hotornot.com/r/?emid=KYH8SZA" target="_blank"http://meetme.hotornot.com/r/... This one violates several of the above recommendations: http://meetme.hotornot.com/r/?emid=KYSQOS" title="http://meetme.hotornot.com/r/?emid=KYSQOS" target="_blank"http://meetme.hotornot.com/r/... |
| 23 Comments |
| Did you feel the |
| 11.05.04 (11:29 am) [edit] |
|
"[Voting] gave me a lot of butterflies. It felt like my vote counted. It really felt when I pulled that lever that my 'ching' went in." P.Duddy, P.Diddy said that. Did you feel butterflies? Did you feel that 'ching'? I have a feeling it was just his ego hitting the top of the voting booth. Perhaps he should spend some more time in grammar class - "it really felt when I pulled that lever..." |
| 3 Comments |
| GRRRR |
| 11.05.04 (8:34 am) [edit] |
|
Back from doctor. Bedrest until Monday at least. Drains STILL in. Who wants to rake my leaves and clean my house and do laundry for me? I'M SO TIRED OF BEING BED/SOFA-BOUND. I need some company!!!! |
| 8 Comments |
| Not a gift I wanted... |
| 11.04.04 (12:45 pm) [edit] |
|
Last night, I'm sitting on the couch watching Hildago (GREAT movie, btw). Being a good patient and doing the 'bedrest' thing that the dr. ordered. It was dark so I called in the kitties. Sassy comes bounding in, hops up on my lap (as I'm groaning b/c she's landed on my incision) and drops a COCKROACH. A live one. I throw her off, jump up - the roach goes scurrying somewhere in my down comforter. (Shit!) I find something to squash it with and some bug spray. I'm armed and ready for battle. I carefully grab the comforter and start shaking it. Not seeing the infidel. (Again, from Hidalgo). The cats are both sitting on the floor - watching. Then it scurries across the carpet... Did the cats budge? Of course not. The critter crawls behind my huge tv. I can't reach it squashing-wise. But I can spray the hell out of it. It died a slow and painful death. Mosquito spray works on other insects... I'm wondering if I should hang the carcass outside as a warning to other potential invaders? |
| 15 Comments |
by Redonthehead